The Big Bad Scary Awful Curation Jail
Who cares?

There are many variables at play when it comes to getting eyes on our writing here on Medium and elsewhere in the big, wide world. And a surprising number of writers seem to be cranking out loads of helpful advice on how to do that more effectively. Thanks, guys.
I’ve been writing for real here since December 2018 and in that time here are just a few of the “helpful” topics covered in about ten hundred thousand and twelve articles which I’ve skim-read:
- Curation is necessary to make money on Medium (not so far).
- Curation jail is The End of Your Career on Medium (shrug).
- Learn SEO, breathe SEO, become SEO (low odds).
- 349 tips on writing writing advice for writers because that’s what really takes off on this platform (hey, whatever floats your boat).
- Provide value for your readers, give them something they can use (because relating, laughing, being engaged are really so 20th century).
- If you can’t come up with helpful writing tips, bare your soul and bleed all over the screen (Ewwww).
- Use a headline analyzer to come up with really attention-getting headlines (whatever).
And on and on it goes.
I think we may be at cross-purposes, the helpful ones and me. To many many people in this world success is measured with one benchmark: how much money did it/you make? And I suppose that if that’s what you’re after, well then, the above list may be exactly what you’re looking for. Have at it, my friends.
With Sallie Mae still sitting by my door with her hand out every month, making a killing here on Medium would be a wonderful thing. No arguing with that.
With unemployment benefits whittling down at an alarming pace, again, pulling in four figures a month here would allow me to worry about something else at 3 am when I can’t sleep.
With zero retirement savings and a teensy weensy 403(b) account I’m afraid to look at these days, yes, I’m clearly a damned fool not to be signing up for every How-To course, racing to publish my novella on Amazon, and going back to re-read every last one of those ten hundred thousand and twelve super helpful articles. Not to mention how dumb I am to not be leaning in to master marketing techniques and working a lot harder to monetize the fuck out of everything I breathe, say, or do.
What’s the matter with me, anyway? Am I like not an American here?
Maybe not
I’m not in it for the money, I’m in it for the buzz. Something mysterious and unexplainable happens when I am lost in the work.
I have a solid daily structure and find myself coming up with entire paragraphs just before falling asleep (and then having to get up and write them down or risk losing them).
The miracle of Medium is that I get to follow any trail that interests me. And, it turns out that after decades of writing in isolation with nothing but piles of rejection emails to reward my obsessive compulsion, I’ve developed a strong voice. I have opinions and slants and observations and philosophies and ideas and rants and piles of praise and story plots and characters that I’m only just beginning to mine. Baby, I’ve hit the motherlode and I could not give one shit less if I never get curated again (boy, am I asking for it here, huh?).
For one thing, I have yet to see curation really make that much of a difference in views, claps, or money.
And that’s almost certainly because I just can’t be bothered to write the stuff that “sells”, the stuff readers supposedly want. And I’m ok with that. I’m not particularly discouraged. Over the course of 15 months, I’ve incrementally built a readership in excess of 1500 and by writing, publishing, and promoting daily on the various social media bullhorns, I earn a bit more than my weekly subscription rate daily.
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